We had discussed a name for a
boy and a name for a girl. I was going to have a little more influence if it
was a boy. Since it was a girl Lesley had her way and named her Charlotte Rose
and said, “I will call her Lottie.” So Lottie it was and she came with a
problem we had to deal with.
The problem was four visiting
and doting grand parents. They spent more time with Lottie than I did. My dad
the hard boiled stevedore was under Lottie’s spell from her first yawn. This
big tough and sometimes mean man was completely captivated by this little piece
of humanity.
The rest of the grand parents
were just as bad. Lesley had to protect her from them wanting to handle her too
much.
Finally they all cleared out
and just the three of us remained. Lesley was able to get around but the doctor
told her to take it easy for a few days. We hired a nanny to come during the
day to help Lesley care for Lottie. The woman has had several children of her
and taking care of Lottie is just old hat to her.
There is something that I’m
having some difficulty with and that is changing her diapers.
I can get by the smell okay
but the cleaning her up bothers me a bit. It’s the cleansing of the cracks and
spreading the folds to make sure she is clean that seems somewhat intrusive and
embarrasses me.
When it really gets to me I
have found myself thinking, “Why couldn’t
have been a boy and I would have no trouble doing this.” Then after
finishing this chore and she was all powered up I would think, “What a magnificent specimen of womanhood
you’re going to be when you grow up.”
Lesley was still showing a
little bit of extra tummy and I thought of the image I had of her in my mind. A
shapely, perfect, example of a woman as she should be but Lottie has made a few
changes in mom.
Outside of seeing her breasts
when she nursed Lottie I didn’t get to see Lesley undressed. She told me that in three months she would be
almost the same as she was before.
I tried to convince her it
didn’t make any difference but she said it made a difference to her.
During those three months
Lottie was changing everyday. And she seemed to recognize different people.
Maybe it was their voices, I don’t know but she responded differently to
members of the family.
Then one Saturday Lesley said,
“Let’s go swimming and take Lottie with us.”
There was a private pool at
the club we had been enrolled in by the company and I said, “Fine with me.”
We loaded up Lottie’s stuff
which was a chore and headed to the club. Lesley said I’ll see you in a few as
she and Lottie went into the ladies dressing room.
I put on my suit and waited
for the grand entrance of my slimmed down wife. I don’t know how she did it but
she looked as she always did since I first met her.
I told her I couldn’t believe
my eyes the last time I had seen her was when she went into labor and now she
was a completely different woman.
She saw I was pleased and she
asked, “How do you like me?”
I said, “Same as always only
maybe a little bit more. You know I’m completely in love with you and whatever
shape you’re in my love for you are unchanging.
She said, “Lottie has made a
couple of changes in me; one is I have some stretch marks that look like they
are going to stay and my breasts have sagged a little with all this breast
feeding.”
We had a nice time swimming
and dipped Lottie in just to let her feel the water. We were the only in this
large pool except for the exercise class for the older members.
Our suits had dried out so we
wore them home and showered and changed there.
She was right about a few
stretch marks though they were faint and her breasts were not quite as perky as
before, but were beautiful from an artist point of view… who am I kidding, from
her husband’s point of view.
The grandparents had been
asking me when we were going to have a boy now that we have a girl. I said it
isn’t up to me for I don’t have to go through nine months of discomfort and the
delivery.
I decided to put the question
to Lesley if she had thought about having another baby, maybe a boy.
She said, “I have maybe
fifteen more years where I could get pregnant so I’m in no hurry. I’m going to
enjoy Lottie as she grows up at least for a few years. We were very close for
nine months and we are going to continue to be as close as we can be for the
next few years.”
I guess that answered that
question.
To be Continued